Kent's POV
It's been a week since the incident in my house. How could I have been so stupid. I shouldn't have given in when he kissed me. I knew he was a lightweight, even though he didn't look or act drunk. Maybe he was and I should have controlled myself. I could clearly remember what happened that night. I had gone upstairs to change my shirt since an idiot had gone ahead and poured his whole beer on me. I found him sitting on my bed...
"Hey what are you doing here?" I asked walking to my closet. I remove my shirt throwing it down. It's not like it's the first time he's seen me shirtless.
I gasp in shock and turn around when I feel a hand on my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked him in slight panic. Brian just smirks and moves closer pressing his body flush against mine.
"Well I like you. And you like me. We're in a room with a bed. Why don't you fill out the rest for yourself." his arms wrap around my neck and a shiver runs down my body. My jaws clench in frustration. I just wish what he'd said was true. I want him so bad.
"You're drunk."
"No I'm not. Am I slurring my words?"
"Well no but-" he cuts me off, "no buts." He pulls my head down for a kiss. I moan at how good he tastes grabbing his waist to pull him closer. I break the kiss.
"You'll regret this later. Just go sleep. I'll sleep in the guest room." I say trying to get out of his grasp. Although I'm not trying too hard.
"I won't regret it, I promise." I gaze into those beautiful brown eyes and I'm a goner. I capture his lips with mine letting all my emotion flow into the kiss...
Then there's what he said this morning when I went to see him at his house.
...It was a mistake Kent. I don't like you like that. I don't think we should be friends anymore. Just...please don't call me or come over again. I just...don't...
I feel tears run down my face at how stupid I was. I shouldn't have let him convince me into sleeping with him. Look at me now.
I'm heart broken.
I lost the most important man in my life.
I lost the only family I've ever had just because of my stupid libido.
Right now I'm in the guest room trying to sleep. At least during the day I can bury myself in work but at night my mind is free to think. And all I can think about is Brian. I can't even sleep in my room cause after that night it feels so empty. But that doesn't help. Even now, I can feel his body pressed against mine. His hands roaming my body and the sound of his voice high on pleasure.
I groan in frustration turning in bed.
I feel so alone. More so than before I met him. I feel empty. My chest hurts so much. Maybe a drink will help me sleep. Yes that's a good idea.
I get out of bed and out of my room. I have a small bar downstairs. I'm sure I can find something to help me forget. Just like I've done every night for the past week. Drink till I pass out. The only sure way to sleep. The hangovers are bad but who cares. Tomorrow is a weekend anyway, means I can sleep till anytime I want.
I sit behind the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I take it down in one go appreciative of the burn in my throat.
After a few glasses I pull out my phone. Should I call him. Agh, he won't pick up. Better to just leave it. Or maybe just try. It's not like he'll pick up anyway. I press call.
It's picked up after a few rings. "What do you want Kent?" he sounds sleepy.
"I...me? I w-wanch you. Y dich you lif me Prian? I laf you sho mush. And...and you chust lif me like that. You are my...my only family...I don't haf anyone. Not efen closh frendsh like Carly. I'm all alone. Chust alone. Like always.... Oh god! I don't feel good..." I say falling down. At least the phone didn't fall down.
"Where are you?"
"Home,"
"I'm coming over,"
"Why? Don't come. I'm...chust...onna sleep..."
"No don't. You might not wake up. I'm almost there," he said sounding panicked.
"Whash sho wrong wish that. Maybe my farents are waiting for me up there. And shishter or bwother...yeah I shud go to them."
"I love you."
I tsk. Well as well as I could manage with being drunk. "You don't mean that. You're chust shaying...so I tont sleep. Like you promised that night that you won't regret it...and you said it was a mishtake. Chust a mishtake. You're a bad person Prian. Now I'm sleeping." I throw my phone away and curl into myself immediately falling unconscious.
It's not like anything bad could happen. I do this every night. Well except for the phone call.